Faithful to uncertain clarity

Tale of a Travel

i am not alone
yet alone
on a sorrowful vacant station
as i wait for the train

seeing
feats of
lights and shadows
at a distant wall

“seeing is believing”
but beware!
and differentiate
shadows from the real images

in the world of possibilities
impossibilities are possibly impossible
therefore
realities need explanations
to be advocated

in the meanwhile
wind starts blowing
breaking the quietness
as leaves rattle
with the tingling pushes

they roll over and over
telling the stories
of their pain
and alleviation
rise and fall
life and death
to the
conscious ear

then it starts raining
filling the void
with drops of rain
which playfully chase each other down
until they hit the ground

tiny droplets
with less choices
and short life
less sufferings
but who knows

one of them passes by my eyes
and hesitantly
i ask him
how do you feel?
“cruising towards your doom”
he mumbles’
its not destruction
its destination

clouds murmur
and laugh boisterously
when their fellas crack a joke

official cameramen of Gods
ride the clouds
rakishly thrashing their flash-lamps
capturing the panoramas
of mortals
and their washed abodes

moths start dancing around me
as i grab a corner in the corridor
just under the tube light
there i experience
funny Intrusions and sneaky interruptions
voices
ringing cell phones
rising anticipation
and there the train comes
it’s few hours late

people rush towards it
boarding it
cursing the higher authorities
and smiling
as they don’t have to wait any more
looking for vacant seats
settling down
after adjusting their luggage
feeding their curiosities
by probing the passengers
in their range
judging them from their apparels
then taking a deep breadth
and staring outside
from the half open window
feeling the cool wind
and submitting their selves
to another journey